NARRATOR: One boy...
Yeah!
NARRATOR: One worm.
You know it.
(GROANS)
(BEEPS)
NARRATOR: These are their adventures.
(ROARS)
(WHOOPING)
Sweet!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Whoo!
All right, yeah. Pretty fun. Future-Worm.
Why on Earth did you hook the dishwasher up to the ocean?
It's not my fault!
I love decapod crustaceans, but...
Ow! Not in the house!
You don't understand.
I was just rerouting some pipes under the house.
It's the city's fault one leads to the ocean.
You should really be thanking him.
Sittin' on a seafood gold mine.
Yeah! This is fresh Uni.
You know what sushi places charge for this?
Danny, if you can't take responsibility for what you did,
then you can go straight to your room!
-What? -And until sunset tomorrow,
no TV...
-Oh, no! -...no video games...
Ahh!
...and no more Captain Cakerz
No!
Locking me in a cage, forcing me to starve!
-(STOMACH GROANS) -This is inhumane, man!
(GRUNTS) Welcome to prison life, D.
(GRUNTING)
Nothing to do but ride it out
-and get ripped. -What?
I don't wanna get ripped. I wanna eat cereal and watch TV!
-(LAUGHS) -(SIGHS) Lame.
But hey, what good's a Time Machine Lunch Box
if you can't use it to skip being grounded, right? Come on!
Skipping punishment is way better
than going back to fix your mistakes.
-Let's do it! -Yeah!
-Huh! Where are we? -Aw, crud.
Somehow we ended up at the headquarters
of the Time Travel Council.
(BELLS TOLLING)
Sweet! I wanna meet more time travelers, man!
(BOTH SCREAMING)
Not like this, D.
They're the Supreme Court of Time Crimes
and my record isn't exactly... clean.
Council is now in session!
FUTURE-WORM: That is Sandrew Chronon.
Grouchy Time Wizard who runs the show.
Please, help me!
There's been a terrible misunderstanding.
They think I'm a time traveler
just because I have a clock face.
Mr. Clock Face, for the last time, sit down!
(EXCLAIMS) Dude's fired up. Are we in trouble?
Don't know. You better let me do all the lyin'.
(CHUCKLES) I mean, you know, talking.
Don't worry, I know what I'm doing here.
(CLEARS THROAT) Ladies and gentlemen of the Council...
it was Barl! It was all Barl, you hear me!
He masterminded the whole operation, whatever it was.
'Kay.
The Barl defense won't help you this time.
You're being charged with a first degree time violation!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Roll your scroll, homie. Fyootch is innocent.
Yeah, Amelia Earhart. Go hop in your plane again and disappear.
Not him. You, Danny Douglas.
Me? I didn't do anything!
You're violating my habeas corpus
and you don't even quid pro know me!
Ipso facto! This whole thing is whack, yo!
(COUNCIL MEMBERS GASP)
You just gotta accept the consequences, Danny.
Owning up is part of grown-ing up!
Indeed, Mr. Douglas.
And the punishment for your crime is...
Wait! I kidnapped Danny
and brainwashed him to do the whole temporal,
lateral... Crime skip thing.
(MUMBLING)
I should've known.
The boy's punishment would have been mild.
But given the worm's record,
he's done for.
Barl!
The sentence is...
Wow! It's... Wow, yeah.
I can't even... You know? Oof.
Wow-wow-wow.
Stop saying wow and just read the dang thing!
The punishment is... (GARGLING)
(COUGHING)
Something caught in my pipe. I need my inhaler.
(GROANS) Give me that.
De-evolution. You'll be turned back into
a beardless, abless, mouthless...
No!
(SIGHS) Worm.
You can't do that!
Of course I can't.
That's what the giant de-evolution ray gun is for.
(CUCKOO CHIMES)
(SCREAMING)
Why did you take the rap for me, Fyootch?
It's my fault, D, I shoulda warned you about Time Crimes,
but also, anarchy rules!
(SCREAMING)
Fyootch! No!
Actually, I think... I think I'm okay.
"Actually," the de-evolution is a gradual process
that allows ample time to regret your horrific crime.
Dang.
There's gotta be a way to skip out on this punishment.
-Council adjourned. -Wait!
Aren't you forgetting about... the thing?
-What thing? -Mm-hmm.
That rule that would, you know, undo all this.
The... (MUMBLES) defense?
-Did he say Mutu Mutu? -(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Blast, stupid Mutu Mutu!
Yeah, that!
I'm callin' Mutu Mutu on you suckas!
(ALL MURMURING)
Hey, whoa, wait!
Why's everybody getting all wound up? Get it?
Clocks? Gears? Wind?
No? Anyway, what's Mutu Mutu?
By defeating seven of the 12 council members
in competitive trials,
a champion may free a condemned criminal.
Sweet! I mean... Duh, Clock Face!
But if you fail, you must spend eternity
in a timeless limbo. (CACKLES)
Don't do it, Danny. It's too risky.
Your cape! It's already happening.
There's no way I'm losing you, man.
Let's moo-shoo, moo-fu it up!
NARRATOR: Mutu Mutu Challenge!
Round one.
(GRUNTING)
I'm out of arrows. We're done for, man.
You'll never win seven matches, Daniel.
Yeah? Well, you'll never not be...
Dang! I'm already losing my sick comebacks.
But you still got your abs.
(GRUNTS)
Foolio! Ba-bam!
NARRATOR: Round two.
FUTURE-WORM: You got this, D.
(GRUNTS)
Oh, well, tried your best.
Yeah! Never doubted you for a second.
NARRATOR: Round three.
(YELLING)
Aw, Science. You know I'd never use
karate powers on you! I surrender.
This is a piece of cake. We're killin' it, Fyootch!
(SCREAMS) My symbol of male dominance!
NARRATOR: Round four.
(GRUNTING)
-Oh, come on! -(HUMMING)
NARRATOR: Round five.
What's your deal?
(CACKLING)
(SCREAMS) I hate monkeys!
NARRATOR: Round six.
-(GRUNTS) -(TIRES SCREECH)
(PHONE RINGS)
-Hello? -Yo, it's tea time, you twit.
Crackers! You're right.
(SCREAMS)
Yeah!
Ha! Kiss these abs, sucka!
What! Not my titanium abs!
I earned those with crunches and future-science!
-Fyootch! -(GROANING)
NARRATOR: Round seven.
(PLAYING GUITAR RIFF)
-(DISTORTION PLAYS) -(SCREAMS)
(PLAYING GUITAR RIFF)
We're on a roll, man! One more win. You ready for this?
Whatever.
Oh, no! Your thirst for adventure, it's gone!
I guess.
NARRATOR: Round eight.
Danny, I challenge you to a game...
of basketball!
Oh, yeah! You done goofed, old man. I rule at hoops.
Listen, I'm not pitching this because
I want to go home to my wife and watches,
but, you know, since I'm not really a basketball player
or a time traveler...
What time is it?
Ah! Oh, gosh, let me see.
Does anyone have a mirror? Does anyone have a mirror?
It's game time, son!
It's uh... (GROANS) This is just a bad dream.
(YELLS)
Uh-oh!
(GRUNTING)
(BUZZER RINGS)
Boom-shakalaka!
Danny, what happened? I can't see. Did you win?
I'm sorry, Fyootch. If I lose the next one, we're done.
This is it.
The final showdown!
That's it. You're going down, Amelia Earhart.
(GRUNTING)
(THUNDER CRACKS)
(CACKLES)
You bureaucratic buzz-killers crossed the line.
Turning Fyootch back into a regular worm 'cause I skipped ahead a day?
So, it was you who skipped ahead!
No, it... wasn't me.
Oh, no, you don't!
(DANNY YELLS)
Danny, as long as I still have a mouth,
I just wanna say, I love...
(YELLS) No!
(GRUNTS)
(SOBBING) This is all my fault.
I should've just apologized to Mom and Dad
and this never would've happened.
I'd do anything for a second chance.
You want a second chance?
Then defeat me.
(SHOUTS)
(SCREAMING)
Yes! We won!
NARRATOR: Danny wins!
Fire the un-de-evolution ray.
(CUCKOO CHIMES)
Fyootch!
(SCREAMS) Where am I?
You fought bravely, son.
But your jump shot is pathetic!
Meeting adjourned.
-Proud of you, kid. -Thanks, Fyootch.
But we've got some unfinished business.
Mom? Dad?
I'm,...
I'm sorry about the whole ocean thing.
It's my fault.
Sweetie. We know you didn't mean any harm.
We were just frustrated
you wouldn't take responsibility for it.
Forget about the dishwasher disaster.
And celebrate with a nice bowl of Captain Cakerz.
(SCREAMING)
NARRATOR: Future-Worm!
NARRATOR: Previously on Future-Danny...
Any last words?
As a matter of fact, I do.
ROBO-CARP: Robo-Carp 2001.
-(ALL GASP) -Beautiful.
A fish made out of shimmer stone that shines like a pearl.
ROBO-CARP: (CHUCKLES) How kind of you to notice.
Oh, brother.
-So shiny. -(GROUND RUMBLING)
(SCREAMING)
(LAUGHS)
Peace out, suckas.
(HORN HONKING)
Whoo-hoo!
-(WOMAN SCREAMING) -(GASPS)
Oh, a beautiful maiden in distress.
Let us proceed.
(WOMAN WHIMPERING)
I'm here to rescue you and... Yowzah!
You're even prettier up close.
Oh. (GIGGLES)
And with this sacrifice,
we shall gain unlimited power.
(ALL GASP)
After them, my plierate children!
(GIBBERING)
To their ship.
(GROWLS)
Well, you're more than a pretty face, my dear.
You've got moxie!
Future-karate!
Oh. (GIGGLES)
-Halt! -(GASPS)
There is no escape now.
No human hands can pilot our ship's controls.
Pfft! Like that was ever the plan.
Stay close. This electro-magnet's
about to get jacked up.
(ELECTRO-MAGNET BUZZING)
(PLIERATES SCREAM)
(SHIP POWERING UP)
(GUFFAWS)
You got future-science, son.
Past, present, or future,
the next time you touch pliers,
it will be your last!
Plierate curse!
Oh, no! Regular-Danny.
That boy's handy.
He loves to pick up a pair of pliers.
(SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
Perhaps someday, my dear,
but not today.
Aw.
Adieu.
Oh, spicy.
(SOBBING)
NARRATOR: Next time on Future-Danny...
(YELLS)
(GRUNTING)
NARRATOR: Future-Danny!
-(LINE RINGING) -What's up, Bug?
Hey, D. It's that time again!
You ready for your eyeballs to get dominated
by the new Mad Nunchukery?
You know it. I'm on my way.
Ya-yeah!
(ACTION MUSIC PLAYING)
Tidying up now. See you soon.
Dang, boy, that was quick!
Don't let Danny touch the pliers!
(YELLS)
Who are you? And what've you done with Danny?
Are you some kinda Time-Hobo
who stole his clothes and ate him?
Time-Hobos don't eat people! Only other Time-Hobos.
I am Danny, Future-Danny.
Regular-Danny is coming to watch that film.
When he does, he'll try to adjust that.
And?
If he touches those pliers,
he shall suffer terrible consequences.
Well, we'll see what the real Danny has to say about this.
No! You mustn't tell him of my interference!
Time travel law.
I can't be hauled in front of the Time Travelers Council again.
Future-Danny!
You've been found guilty of first degree time crimes.
Do you have any last words?
Just a few from my lawyer.
ROBO-CARP: Robo-Carp 2001.
I request a mistrial.
No!
Can we have a five-minute recess?
No!
Is a settlement off the table?
No... Yes.
My client is innocent.
He's dropped the moon into the sun!
Oh, wow. That's pretty bad.
-ROBO-CARP: Objection. -Overruled!
The defense rests.
Actually, just kidding.
-SANDREW: What? -I request a mistrial.
Whoo-hoo!
Why don't you just take the pliers?
No Danny can touch them.
Plier-pirate magic! Very dangerous.
If you are "Future-Danny," prove it.
If I weren't him,
how would I know about the infamous head-swap incident?
Or is that next week?
Real Danny would take me to next week
so we could head-swap it up.
You and I both know he would not.
Touche.
(SNIFFS) You do look like him.
(GROANS AND GRUNTS)
A melty-earwax version, anyway.
I'm this close to being convinced.
I'll keep Danny away from the pliers
if you grant me one wish.
Wish? I'm not some blasted genie!
Oh, fine! What do you want?
Since you're messin' with Madison Nunchucks day,
which, as you should know,
is a sacred Bug-Danny tradition,
you gotta ramp it up.
I wanna meet Madison.
(GRUMBLES)
She's making a movie now.
(GASPS) What!
They're doing a sequel to Nunchuks 17?
Dude, get me there. Get me there!
It's quite some distance.
But, if you promise to keep him away from the pliers...
-Yeah, yeah! -Not supposed to do this, but...
Come on. In and out, okay?
There's hardly any time.
In and out.
-(MAN SCREAMS) -(GRUNTING)
You cut when I say cut!
Oh, yeah! Madison, go!
-(GRUNTS) -(SCREAMS)
-(ALARM BLARING) -Take five! Take five!
And it's four parts chai in my soy chai tea latte!
-Not three! -(MAN GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
There. You saw her.
-Shall we go? -Oh, no.
I want the full meet-n-greetment treatment.
(GROANS)
Ahem.
Might I trouble you for...
-(GROWLS) -(YELPS)
Mercy! Regular-Danny must almost be there.
Hey, Madison. Come show your biggest fan some love.
That's not my biggest fan.
This is.
(GASPS)
(FUTURE-DANNY GRUNTING)
FUTURE-DANNY: Go easy. I got bursitis in that elbow.
It's like having my own personal Mad Nunchukery!
Co-starring...
What'd you do to me?
Would anything help with the pain?
Ice? Heat? Captain Cakerz?
Just hold up your end of the bargain.
Gracias, Bug.
See you in the future.
Wait a second.
(GASPS)
(YELLS AND GRUNTS)
What are you doing?
You thought you had it all figured out.
It was perfect!
Except it wasn't,
'cause you forgot one little detail...
Regular-Danny gives thumbs up with his right hand!
(YELLS)
(GRUNTS)
Oh! (GRUNTS) Hey...
Now let's see what really happens
when you touch these pliers, liar!
(STRAINING) Let me explain.
(GRUNTS)
Please listen.
I lost my right hand a decade ago.
This one is...
Whoa!
But even the most advanced future-technology
can't replicate a legit thumbs up.
I had to switch hands.
You see, I'm simply
rather protective of myself.
I must shield Danny from the dark evils of the universe
which pursue him relentlessly.
Why don't you pick on a me who can swing an energy sword?
(YELLS)
(ENERGY SWORD SWISHING)
(FUTURE-DANNY SCREAMS)
So he can stay the cheerful lad we know and love.
Regular-Danny can never learn of this.
I'm sorry I was impatient today.
You're a great friend to Regular-Danny, young lady.
And, from this day forward, to me, too.
Okay. I got your back, Future-Danny.
-Ya-yay. -Ya-yay.
Hey!
Whoa!
Huh. Who dropped pliers?
(YELLS) No!
Aw, it's cool.
Nothing "Plier Picker-Upper Man" can't deal with.
Yep, that's my new nickname.
(SCREAMING)
(YELLS) No!
Whoa. Was that Future-Danny?
(STAMMERS) Who, him? No.
Dude's always getting sucked out of roofs by tractor beams.
Did he want anything?
(STAMMERS) He said to give you this.
(COOING)
Good old Future-D!
Always comin' correct with the hugs.
Thanks, Bug.
Now, let's get down with the Mad Nunchukery, son!
Ya-yay.
NARRATOR: Future-Worm!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)